(Despite my clumsy efforts, the blue tits manage to thrive).
Now fully occupied
Now fully occupied
the tit box on the
garage wall
is visited every
minute,
blue and yellow darts
in and out
a bullseye every time
all launched from an oche
the old contortia
only thirty feet away.
They pause only for
the camouflage
of the Russian vine to
peel back in the lazy
breeze,
its leafy sun hat brim
their moderating traffic
light,
opening and closing
in perfect rhythm.
Here they come again.
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